Chapter 90. After Party

Fenella’s POV

Jemima Hors also stood up from her seat and hugged me tightly. "Thank goodness you came. Thank you, Fenella," Jemima smiled at me.

"Yes, of course I would come," I replied with the same enthusiasm.

I was invited to sit next to Mallory on the sofa. Never before had I sat this close to an international pop diva. Oh my, I must be dreaming. Lord, even her body smelled so good with vanilla and floral perfume.

Damn, I really didn't anticipate this. If only Laird had joined us, I wouldn't feel guilty like this. At least my worry about leaving him alone to have fun with myself would be lost.

No, wait. I can't entirely blame myself, but I regret all of this. I should have followed Laird's advice and not forced our schedule. Now I feel even more guilty towards him.

There was a sense of awkwardness creeping in, but Mallory's body language seemed open and welcoming. Alan sat next to me, trapping me between him and Mallory. I looked around an